Anneke

“Maybe I was right. We’re not normal people. We are monsters. But if we’re monsters, we’ll thrive in the dark. Together.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“We've got a dragon."
What the fuck? This man was drunk. Or maybe on drugs. Whatever kind of shit rich people did.
"And we need a dragon slayer." He hung his head, the move causing his suit jacket to pull against his back and shoulders.
"Dude." Miller elbowed him hard in the ribs. "We need a dragon tamer."
Langfield shook his head, but he didn't look up. "A dragon slayer. You can't tame a dragon."
"Semantics, Bossman. We don't want to kill her."
Her?
"I said what I said," Langfield grumbled into his glass.”
― Daphne Elliot, Mother Hater

“She carried herself like a ballerina turned Navy SEAL.”
― Daphne Elliot, Mother Hater

“Did you just propose on a napkin with a ring you stuffed in a guy’s eye hole?”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird